Monday, November 05, 2007

Hour of the Wolf (Ingmar Bergman, 1968)


One of Ingmar Bergman's lesser existential-horror-mindfucks. He inundates you with expressionistic nightmare visions, dense monologues and promises of perverse sex. But not enough to distract you from the fact that at its core, this is a tortured, self-hating artist's whine-fest about a tortured, self- hating artist.


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